The Powers of Darkness

I'm actually writing this post a little earlier than usual. I'm waiting for my buddy, Clem to come over tonight. I can't remember if I've mentioned this before or not... you guys know I'm the grand wizard of the Brooklyn branch of the KKK, right? It is such a rich, rewarding, position to have. Met a lot of great white folks since I was elected. 

Anywho, I'm waiting on Clem to come over. I got my coon-stomping boots on and no coons to stomp! Isn't that the way it always is? That's actually kind of a cute image when you think about it. 

We need Clem's truck because he has the trailer hitch on the back for pickaninny dragging purposes, my car doesn't have one.

Where is Clem?

Hmmm... I guess I'll just watch some youtube videos to pass the time...


Well... I...uhmmm. 

I feel kind of foolish now. I guess I had always just assumed racism was a good thing. But maybe it's not? I don't know. I suppose I needed this magic trick to set me straight. 

I don't know... there's a lot to digest here. I guess it's kind of a big deal that someone finally had the guts to come out and paint racism in a negative light and suggest black people were good for more than just dunking basketballs or busting up chifforobes.

I have to admit that it has certainly opened my eyes. Thank you, Scott and Puck.

Now just don't go making any videos of tricks that suggest there's anything wrong with NAMBLA (the North American Man/Boy Love Association) or Clem and I will never have any reason to hang out. (Clem is 11 and my boyfriend.)